I leaned into his body, holding onto him all scared he'd run away, but his body had softened around mine. "Are you okay?" He whispered, hand gently smoothing against my lower back. "Mhm," I replied, eyes dragging down to the fault lines of his stomach and I reached out, fingers brushing softly against the hard scars etched into his abs. I let out a small broken breath upon feeling the way his skin reacted to my fingers. "Jungkook," I bit my bottom lip, emotion racking through me as I continued to trace his scars. They weren't small. Some were thin and pale like faded scratches. Others were thicker, uneven lines that cut across his skin like lightning cracks through glass. My fingers moved slowly over them, careful, afraid they might reopen if I pressed too hard. "I don't like these, it breaks my heart." I admitted. He stayed silent, closing his eyes shut carefully like he was bracing himself. "Don't look at them," he said. "They don't matter." ・・・・・ ... 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 ׂ ׂ╰┈➤ You didn't know much about his existence until you got assigned together for a final Senior year project. Midnight, the boy who walks around with bruises and a mind too far gone to be polite. Or rather, Jeon Jungkook, the boy you found yourself doing anything to heal. Jeon Jungkook, the boy who crushed on you since the seventh grade and yet, he can't see himself having a strong enough future to be breathing in a year's pass although you insist it's time to runaway with him and leave every single problem behind. 🩹 |Dr*g addict Jungkook x Fem! Reader| [FIRST PERSON POV] Warnings: HEAVY ANGST(happy ending), HeAvy slow burn, trauma, physical harm caused by self and/or others, smut, language, violence, underage drinking, suicide attempts, DRUG CONSUMPTION , stupid fathers. Word count : 152k

"I don't chase, I haunt so even in the arms of another.... you'll feel my hands around your Throat" He said staring into my eyes intensely. "But..... weren't you was the one who said Yes when Taehyung asked about sharing Me with him? Then why the fuck are you getting Furious?" "I don't give a f*ck bout that, listen carefully" He grabbed my jaw and made me look into his eyes as I was avoiding eye contact. "Every inch of yours....... only belongs to me Birdy, did you get that?" I nodded making him more Mad. "Words....." He said gritting his teeth "Yes......."

"give me ur hands.... Babygirl" "I said it wasn't me take these off " "that's what they all say, now please follow me and don't try to open the handcuffs with that bobby pin we're not in a movie"

𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠/ 𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 #3 Kang emilia is a bold and classy woman who embodies confidence and independence. With a sharp wit and a fearless spirit, she navigates the world on her own terms, never backing down from a challenge. Her strength and determination make her a force to be reckoned with. Jeon jungkook is a self-made billionaire with a wealth of success, but a scarcity of genuine connections. His past experiences have left him wary of others, making it difficult for him to trust. Despite his guarded exterior, he yearns for true love and acceptance. Both their differences spark tension, but their undeniable chemistry keeps them drawn to each other. Can they find love amidst the chaos of their contrasting lives? "𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅." ALL RIGHTS AND COVER DESIGN RESERVED TO ©MOONLITWRITER

"If it can't be mine, it can't be yours either." A story of Elenora Hilton who has to bear numerous losses in her life and ends up in a mental asylum where her psychiatrist, Kim Taehyung, falls in love with her but... This story has more twists than the colors your ex showed you.

In a world where shadows whisper secrets of old, Y/N, a vampire princess, and Jungkook, a vampire prince, wove a love story destined for the ages. Their hearts beat as one, entwined in a dance of passion that transcended time, until tragedy struck. In a moment that shattered their world, Y/N was lost to an unforeseen fate, leaving Jungkook to wander the eternal night, a hollow shell of his former self. Centuries later, fate intervenes once more. Y/N reincarnates into a vibrant world, a spirited young woman of twenty, unaware of the love that once defined her existence. As she paints her life on canvas, fleeting images of her past tug at her heart, manifesting as soft strokes of color blurred visions of a love she cannot recall, and the gentle outline of a figure that feels hauntingly familiar. Jungkook, forever bound to her, watches over her from the shadows, his heart aching with unspoken longing. Each day, he takes care of her in silence, a guardian of memories lost, painting roses, endless pink roses that symbolize the love they once shared. Each petal tells a story, a fragment of his devotion, a reminder of the princess who still reigns in his heart. As Y/N's brush dances across the canvas, she unknowingly captures the essence of their past, a love that defies the boundaries of time. With every stroke, she draws closer to Jungkook, the subtle connection between them blossoming like the roses he leaves in her path. In this tale of reincarnation and forgotten love, can Jungkook find a way to bridge the chasm of memory? Will Y/N awaken to the truth of their hearts, or will the echoes of their past remain forever hidden in the art of longing? In a world painted with shades of pink, the journey of rediscovery begins, leading them back to the love that is, and always will be, theirs. . . . 🌹✨️ . . . Jungkook x reader Vampire au

The coffin shakes violently just then the stone top burst and flys the the other side of the room the beautiful boy known as jungkook opens his eyes, his deep red orbs looking around the room he gets out of the coffin and smirks "looks like someone woke me up" he walks up to the stairs and walks around the building to the study that soojin was in a few hours before he sniffs in and huffs 'looks like a young girl was in here, and it seems like she has something of mine' he thought as he looks down at the desk that his necklace once was that is no longer there. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ I'm sorry if the description sounds dumb, the story will be so much better haha I promise this is a jungkook fan fiction if you do not like jungkook vampire stories please do not read I will add the other members also I hope you dont mind some cheesy parts (I think they are cute so yeah) started: 5/16/19 ended: 7/22/19 please enjoy this story its my first jungkook fan fiction I will be making my chapters long and ill be adding many chapters Please do not comment on spelling errors, i know i spelt things wrong if you have any questions on my story please PM me Thank you❤

Followed by a tragic family history, a sweet, decent girl who has never seen the outside world becomes Obsession of a Virille Mafia, whose actions speak louder than words. He whispered in her ear, fingers still tightly wrapped around her hair sending excruciating pain to her scalp while she cried. "I don't know what is it, but you do things to me...lovely dark things." _________________________🔥________________________ © All rights reserved by JK_imprints. ⚠️This story comes under mature content and is a dark romance including questionable consent and toxic behaviour ⚠️

He hides his scar beneath the mask. She sees it once... and everything changes. What he calls a flaw... she calls art. That scar - her beautiful distraction. That girl - his silent cure. She becomes his healer, his muse, the only chaos he craves.

Jung y/n is seventeen. Bright, bold, and 100% mafia-obsessed. While her friends were crushing on K-pop idols, she was Googling "How to spot a real mafia boss." And guess what? She found one. Kind of. Sort of. Okay, she accidentally bumped into him and then made up a whole relationship in her head. Now meet Jeon Jungkook - cold, dangerous, and absolutely not interested in teen drama. He runs an empire of fear, and the last thing he needs is a girl calling him her husband on social media. But y/n doesn't care. She's got heart, guts, and a dangerous amount of delusion. She saw him once... and something inside her shifted. She claimed him in her heart. She chased him with laughter, love, and a madness he couldn't escape. He wants her gone. She wants him in a aisle in a black tuxedo. Who will win? And slowly, the man who never looked back... started to turn around. Can a girl with dreams melt a heart made of stone? Or will loving a mafia man destroy her world forever?